Gramsci's Kingdom: Football, Politics, The World

"Football is the Open-Air Kingdom of Human Loyalty" - Antonio Gramsci

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Can't Breathe

...for all the choking. All Boca had to do was take one single, solitary, measly point from their last two games and they would have won. They blew it and were forced into a tiebreaker against Estudiantes. All they had to do then was to keep hold of a one-goal lead, which they held until the 60th minute of the tiebreaker when Jose Sosa levelled the score. The drama was completed in the 82nd minute when Mariano Pavone made it 2-1 for the pincharrattas.

(and no, I don't know why they are nicknamed the rat-stabbers. Great nick-name, though)

Can anyone think of quite so disastrous an end to a season? And not just in the immediate sense, either. This was a very good Boca side that was past due for one of the periodic asset-strippings that Spanish and Italian sides perform on half-decent Latin sides. Boca has been better than most at re-investing the proceeds of these sales into good young players. Now, Real should be able to get away with stealing Fernando Gago at two or three million less than he would have fetched otherwise (although, to be fair, that will still be too much for an overhyped alleged successor to Redondo).

The good news? Estudiantes' late charge made for a nice welcome home for Juan Sebastian Veron in his first season back in Argentina. He is a talented man who gave most of his best years in Europe career to fatally-flawed teams (post-Schmeichl ManU, Ranieri-era Chelsea, the ever-hopeless Inter) that squandered his talents. Bravo for La Brujita!

Doolittle

Konnichiwa!

A quick sprint away from Nikko - home of the Asian Hockey League's 4th-place Ice Bucks! - to Shinjuku, where le tout Tokyo (or, 34,000 of us, anyway) turned out to watch Al-Ahly vs. Internacional in the semi-final of the FIFA Club World Cup at the National Stadium (remember all those beautiful stadiums made for the World Cup? Well, this isn't one of those, unfortunately).

For those of you wondering what in Christ the Club World Cup is, a brief explanation. For 50 years or so, Toyota sponsored a one-off event called the Inter-continental Cup - a one-off match every December between the top European and South American clubs (selected via the European and Libertadores Cup, respectively).

In 2000, FIFA - which had never previously held any kind of club competition for the very good reason that clubs are not members and have no power whatsoever within the organization - suddenly twigged that people might actually care more about clubs than countries and was hence missing the boat when it came to club competitions. It ran its own 8-team event in 2000 alongside the Toyota event, but the repsonse was poor and an expanded 12-team event collapsed when FIFA's main sponsor - ISL - went tits up in 2001. By 2005, Sepp Blatter had muscled his way back into the field and converted the Tokyo event into an annual six-team event, with the champions of Africa, Oceania, North America and Asia playing off for the right to meet the champions of Europe and South America in a semi-final, followed by a final. Clear?

Eight degrees on a misty night and wet turf might sound like a fine evening of football in the UK, but for Brazilians and Egyptians it's uncharted territory, meteorologically-speaking, and the game suffered accordingly. The Egyptians in particular seemed baffled by the slickness of the ball and despite starting with five in midfield, were simply overrun by the Brazilians for the first twenty-five minutes.

It was late in this opening phase when Internacional opened the scoring. 17-year-old Alexander Pato, making only his second start for the club (an unfortunate indication of the lack of seriousness of this competition) scored after an astonshing defensive gaffe. The Egyptian centre-half El Nahas seemed to be unaware that Pato could not be ruled offside on an errant Al-Ahly backpass. Unmolested, Pato walked into the area and beat the keeper low and left.

To say that Al-ahly are unversed in the art of off-the-ball runs would be charitable, but they were tactically astute enough to take advantage of an obvious flaw in the Inter set-up. Despite playing 4-4-2, the Brazlian defence played with a lack of width not seen since the Carpenters were last in concert. Indeed, at times it appeared as if they were playing with four central defenders.

Wingers Tarek Said and Islam El-Shater repeatedly made use of Inter's sideline aversion to get into dangerous positions, resulting in an encouraging set-piece in the 36th minute, and a post-rattling drive in the 39th. Inter were on the skids. Al-Ahly received their just reward in the 54th when Said, again virtually unmarked on the wing, sent in a cross for the Angolan Flavio, who converted stylishly to level the match.

Even before Pato came off injured in the 64th minute, it was obvious that Inter were in need of someone less decorative to lead the line. Apart from the weak goal, Pato's only contribution to the game was as light entertainment when he juggled the ball with his shoulder for a 20-yard sprint down the wing. His replacement, the Baptista-lookalike Luiz Adriano, immediately caused problems with his aggressive runs. From a corner in the 72nd, this directness paid off handsomely as he lost his markers and scored from a free glancing header.

The rest of the game was uneventful. Inter may deserved the win, but Al-Ahly provided by far the better entertainment and displayed much greater energy and commitment. The much-heralded Ferdinandao (pictured, above), was notable mostly for his complete lack of influence on the game.

If this is the best South America can offer, then the game is in dire straits. Despite the win, Inter bombed in Tokyo last night and provided Barcelona overcome jetlag to beat America this evening, they will be bombing in Yokohama come Sunday. Barcelona eat better teams than this for tapas every week in La Liga.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Points East

Back after a long absence - apologies.

1) In Japan currently, where the Emperor's Cup fifth round went off over the weekend. Saw a couple of matches between some fairly non-descript teams, and came to the conclusion that if somebody - anybody - could teach the Japanese to properly control the ball with their first touch, they could be a real force internationally. They are tactically aware, they run like hell and have bags of stamina, but have such poor first touches that the ball inevitably careens around the pitch in some bizarre form of Brownian motion. It's painful to watch, actually. It's like bringing an F1 car to a NASCAR rally.

Oh, and by the way - Beckham is no longer big here. Ronaldinho is everything. Except for orthodontistry.

2) Liverpool. I do believe I predicted the Arabs would be in for a major Premiership team in fairly short order back here. Al-Maktoub and Dubai International Capital are a sight better than the Gaddafi family as owners, but well worse than Mohammed al-Fayed who at least wants to be British (even if Britain doesn't necesarily want him). But the potential is here at least to turn the Premiership into a bizarre form of middle-eastern politics by stealth.

Fulham and possibly Liverpool are now in the Arab camp. Villa, Man U, Chelsea, and Portsmouth have all been taken over by foreigners who happen to be of the Hebrew persuasion (two of whom - Gaydamak and Abramovich - actually sponsor or own teams in the Israeli League). Tottenham, of course, has its Jewish roots. Arsenal - sponsored by Emirates but with clear Jewish connections itself (despite the vile annual hissing ritual when Spurs arrive) is on the front lines between the two.

Could this turn into war by proxy? Don't laugh. Boatloads of northern irish take the ferry to Glasgow to watch Old Firm games, where it is legal and safe to sing sectarian songs and scream sectarian hatred. Given Arab wealth and the spread of Easyjet, is it really so hard to imagine Liverpool-Portsmouth as an alternative arena for the intifada?

Where this leaves West Ham, whose consistently under-weening ambition is encapsualated brilliantly by the fact that they have been bought by Icelanders, is anyone's guess.